Screw Up (SU)

Tomorrow the wheelchair service are back again (third attempt) to see if they can actually provide us with a unit that fits through the doors. We've pushed and pulled for the last week and there are little flakes of paint lying around the hall as a result. How difficult can it be? Worse still, I've asked them to tell me what to buy so that I can get it myself - and still nothing.

Then there was the SU with the bath lift. Now that was a cracker. First time I've had six firemen hanging around in the hallway - ever.

Thank god for the district nurses, they are an oasis of common sense in an otherwise, terribly, terribly helpful world of mad political correctness. From the touchy feely specialist nurses whose main aim seems to be to make me cry (I avoid them like the plague now) to the care manager who although very pleasant seems to have been totally ineffectual in the areas I needed advice.

I mean what is with this "journey" word. There's nothing akin to a journey here as far as I can see. It's just a nice way of talking about a shit situation so that nobody has to come to terms with the bare naked reality of the unpleasantness of things.

The other day I was even told by someone that it was their job "to make sure that we ENJOYED caring"! Huh? Sure it's a real barrel of laughs for everyone involved! Well meaning they may be, but ever so slightly naive.

Hey ho, I mustn't complain though, (even though I did) because I've got my blip in on the same day it was taken and it's way before midnight too. Must be a record for recent weeks!